About Abraham Cowley:
Abraham Cowley was an English poet born in the City of London late in 1618. He was one of the leading English poets of the 17th century, with 14 printings of his Works published between 1668 and 1721.
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
Hope! of all ills that men endure, the only cheap and universal cure.
Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
Be kind and considerate with your criticism... It's just as hard to write a bad book as it is to write a good book.
His faith perhaps in some nice tenets might be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was always in the right.
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.
Life is an incurable disease.
The world's a scene of changes, and to be constant, in nature were inconstancy.
Nothing is to come, and nothing past: But an eternal now, does always last.
Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
This only grant me, that my means may lie too low for envy, for contempt too high.
What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.
A mighty pain to love it is, And 'tis a pain that pain to miss; But of all pains, the greatest pain It is to love, but love in vain.